Mother's Warmth 2 Jackerman Novels & Stories

He turned, and there was his mother, her skin glowing softly, her voice radiating through the air like a whispered melody. "My son. To whom I love the most," she said, her words echoing with a ghostly resonance. Her other hand touched the other side of his face, soft as a memory. "I'm sorry your life wasn't the best. I'm sorry that I left you the way I did. I hope that one day you will be able to forgive me. Just know this: I will always love you, my little Joker." "I love you too, Mom," Jack whispered. She smiled, then phased into a hundred tiny glowing butterflies, scattering like light through the car. Alice and Anne started talking again, oblivious to what had happened, their conversatio

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

Jack was standing a few steps away, his face tight. “What is it now, Jack?” Kelvin asked calmly. “I thought we addressed all this.” Jack laughed. “Addressed what? You think talking fixes this? You think I’ll just sit back and watch you take my mother away from me? From my family?” Kelvin did not answer. He stayed where he was. “I'm not surprised. A gold digger like you,” Jack continued. “A grown man hanging around my mother, spending her money, using her house, her car. You’re not even ashamed.”

“You got it.” “Son of a bitch.” Jack’s expression showed his inner war between annoyance and amusement. “These aren’t warm or practical,” she pointed out, sharing his annoyance, but none of the amusement. With a turn of his head, Jack pinned his stare on her. Oh, sweet heaven… Heat infused the dark depths of his eyes, tempting as melted chocolate, alive like the rich earth. She knew in that moment he was doing his best to picture her in each set of undergarments.

my mother replies as if she in her right mind. Adam and Jack both swear their outrage at my mother’s reasoning. “The Moon Goddess does not give children to parents who will abuse them. Using Jenna for her powers is abuse,” Adam says coldly as he pulls me into his embrace. I can feel the tension rolling over him as he holds his wolf back. Jake, his wolf, wants to rip my mother apart.

Meanwhile, there I stood, the luna queen of the pack, yet appearing as if I hadn't donned a new dress in years. As she settled into her seat, I began pouring her coffee and loading her plate with pancakes. “Good morning,” I greeted, a smile gracing my lips. Instead of acknowledging my greeting, she merely rolled her eyes and buried herself in her phone once more. I stood beside her, head bowed, and hands clasped in front of me like an obedient student. She finally ended her call and sighed, scrutinizing me from head to toe before starting to eat. “Good morning, mother,” Jack arrived, dressed in a gray suit, adjusting his watch on his wrist. He leaned down and planted a kiss on his mother’s c

Since my mom and I always spent most of our days in the store, she created a space where we do all our cooking. We drove for two minutes, no one wanted to initiate the conversation. Mr. Jack asked "where is your house? let me drop you. After today I don't want to ever see you again." Hearing this I was happy, finally, I will be free from his terror. Mr. Jack brags a lot, but at the same time, he always keeps to his promise. His only problem is against women, he can't do without tipping them off with aphrodisiacs before having pleasure with them. He loves to play the victim role.

I've had enough. "Aww, did I hit a nerve?" Jacki laughs. Closing my eyes I try to push through the violence wanting to be released. "Do you even have a mother, or did she just give up when she had you?" She throws her head back and laughs, revealing the trashy pink lipstick that smeared on her teeth. Anger thrusts through my arms and my hands curl into fists. I'm going to lose it. I'm going to lose my temper and become irate, right here.

The door to the room opened, revealing a middle-aged woman who looked at them with narrowed eyes. She had jet-black hair, simple yet elegant makeup, and an air of authority. It made Elena, who was breathing heavily, swallow nervously. She felt like she was caught in the act, especially when the blue eyes were focused on her neck, then down to her waist where Jack's hand was still there. "Uh, s-sorry..." "Jack, Mama never taught you to take advantage of people's daughters," the woman who turned out to be Jack's mother snapped.